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XI: Afraid Of Loving

XI: Afraid Of Loving

Third POV

In The Pro-Hero DynaMight agency, Katsuki and the rest of his hero colleagues were doing paperwork.

While the hero lifestyle seemed rather glamourous; with flashy fights and moves; the fans, the notoriety, and the big fat paycheck they received from the Hero Commission, there was a lot of boring behind the scenes.

Bakugo was in his own personal office on the highest floor, typing away on the recent villain attack he and Kirishima had taken care of.

Clicking back and forth between document filing g and policing reports, same old, same old.

He turned over to the time, reading 9:48 on his desktop, wondering how things were back at home with Keiko and Izuku.

He pulled out his phone, clicking on an app that connected and let him view all cameras in his home.

He scanned each one, before arriving on the 12th in the kitchen watching so much drama unfold.

He pressed the audio button, listening to Keiko and Izuku's conversation.

"Thank you for waiting and not sneaking more chocolate chips in your mouth when I wasn't looking-!" Izuku smiled, placing a plate of three medium pancakes in front of her. "Here you go."

She smiled, taking her fork and jabbing it into the pancake and taking a small bite of it.

"Mmm yummy!" She cooed, taking another bite.

Izuku just watched her, before rolling up his sleeves and preparing to clean up the counter and wash the dishes.

Keiko took a sip of the juice that'd been laid out for her before she popped a question, "De-ku, do you like daddy?"

Izuku felt himself pause and drop a fork as he turned to her. "I'm sorry, but what..?" He quietly uttered, watching her finish one and a half of a pancake, bewildered at the question she asked him.

"Why would you ask me that..?

She shrugged her shoulders, "At daycare when you and daddy talk, you become much quieter than when you talk to me or anyone else and you're always playing with your ring... so do you not like my daddy?"

Her red eyes locked in with Izuku's who stopped to stare at her before her eyes wandered over to the running water as she fell quiet.

"And if you don't like him... does that mean you don't like me.?"

Izuku swallowed hard, turning off the water and drying his hands.

He slowly trudged near her and knelt beside her seat.

If it hadn't been said already, Keiko was a bright 2 (almost three) year old.

"You promise you won't tell anyone?" Izuku questioned, earning a shake of the head from Keiko who made a 'zip tight' expression.

Izuku looked down on the floor, and continued, intriguing young Keiko and her father who wasn't supposed to be listening but got drawn in.

"I like you, Keiko, I like you a lot." Izuku acknowledged, "If I didn't, I wouldn't have shown up and watched after you."

"If you like someone, or maybe even love them, you would do things that make them happy like watching over them and making chocolate chip pancakes." He chortled, watching her giggle as well.

But then his facial expression changed from cheerful to something a bit more died down, "But, when it comes to your daddy- I feel weird."

"I grew up with your daddy, and I thought about him the way you do- that he's the most wonderful and the coolest person I know." Izuku beamed, recollecting on his past that he's decided to shut away for his heart's safety, "But he changed on me, and the next thing I knew we weren't friends anymore."

He looked into Keiko's eyes... oh how they reminded him so much of Katsuki's...

"Your daddy asked me if I was scared of him and I told him I don't know." Izuku confided, "But me saying that might've been a slip up because I am afraid of him, just not in the way either of you thinks."

He fell silent after that, slowly beginning to regret what he'd just said to Keiko as he felt his heart burn with past emotions.

'Don't cry dammit- don't cry in front of her'

Fuck.

He's tried so hard to keep all the feelings he had for Katsuki under wraps, but talking about it, with his own daughter?

Izuku felt like he was about to combust with tears.

But then he felt small hands get placed on his bouncy green curls, making him stop and look up at her.

"You like daddy... but you're scared of him." She repeated, trying to make sure she understood him. Earning a small nod.

She placed down her fork and handed him the plate, "If that's how you feel and daddy acts the same as you... then he must like you but he is also scared of you."

Izuku furrowed his brows, feeling a pang in his heart.

For a moment there he wanted to believe her, as she hadn't given him any reason not to.

But he need to realize that regardless of how smart she was for her age, she was still a child and wasn't either of them, probably didn't understand how Izuku or her father really felt about each other.

And even if she was right?

He wouldn't go back on his promise to himself.

"Mh. I'm sure he does to you." He responded, standing upright and taking her plate and empty cup to the sink to go and wash them.

He watched her stand up and walk away, most likely to the living room.

He'd already suffered so much during his earlier years, and there was no way he was gonna face them head-on again.

Why would he want to go through all of that again for one person.?

The wall he put up was slowly crumbling against Izuku's will.

The more and more he'd associate himself with them the more and more the wall would tear apart.

And once it completely crumbled in on itself? Is the moment where Izuku would know that it was all over.

That promise he made to himself all those years ago would be broken by his own naivety and he'd get hurt again.

At the sink, he bowed his head and began to wash the remaining dishes. Only this time he felt his tears roll down his face, one by one they splattered onto the dishes.

He wasn't gonna end up heartbroken.

So long as he never loved Katsuki the way he did before, he'd be fine.

Right?